Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Xu An'an's sudden departure was like a thunderclap exploding after a period of silence.

The sheer volume of information left those around them unsure of what to say first.

"Did I hear that right... Actress Xu just said she wants a divorce from President Lu?"

"It seems so, but when did this happen?"

"It's possible it was a last-minute decision... Look at Lin Wan'er just now, she was so pathetic! If you ask me, Actress Xu should have left long ago!"

"Shh... Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear! But seriously, Xu An'an, you're playing so well. Look at your posture and movement, it's like you're a professional."

"Of course, she acted in a movie before, about a professional female snooker player. I saw in the news that she practiced for a long time specifically for that role!"

"I see. But if Actress Xu is so good at snooker, how come President Lu just said she'd never played before...?"

The murmurs reached Lu Yiming's ears, and his expression changed repeatedly.

Yan Heng straightened the golf club that Xu An'an had put down and walked towards the door.

As he passed Lu Yiming, he glanced at him briefly and uttered a quiet remark:

"Have you never seen one of her movies?"

...

Xu An'an was caught up with by Yan Heng in the side hall.

"Let go!"

Xu An'an tried to shake off the large hand gripping her wrist.

Yan Heng's grip remained firm. "Are you sure you want to argue with me here?"

Although the two were in the stairwell, there were still a few guests coming out.

With red eyes and gritted teeth, Xu An'an said, "I've already lost someone my age, what am I afraid of! Let go of me!"

She struggled fiercely.

Yan Heng frowned, then pulled Xu An'an close, encircling her in his arms. He stared intently at her and whispered, "If you move again, I'll kiss you right here."

Xu An'an looked up in disbelief, but stopped struggling with her hands.

Yan Heng pulled her into the car, and drove until they reached the beach before stopping, turning off the engine, and rolling down the window.

Ningcheng is also a coastal city, and the sea breeze on summer nights carries a hint of saltiness.

Xu An'an looked out the window. She had calmed down a lot and thought everything through.

"Yan Heng," she said softly, her eyes still fixed on the window, "you did this on purpose."

"right."

Yan Heng readily admitted it.

"You really want me to embarrass myself in front of so many people again?" Xu An'an turned her head, her eyes red, and questioned, "To let the whole world know about my failed marriage?"

A wave of bitterness washed over her, and Xu An'an bit her lower lip.

What she cared about most in her life was dignity; otherwise, she wouldn't have been willing to leave with nothing to have a peaceful divorce after discovering Lu Yiming's infidelity.

That farce just now undoubtedly laid bare the most disgusting aspects of her marriage to everyone. She could tolerate people pointing fingers behind her back, but she couldn't bear the pitying looks in their faces.

All of this is thanks to Yan Heng.

He deliberately dragged her into this matter, and he intentionally led Lin Wan'er to talk in the most explicit direction—so that everyone in the room could see how Lin Wan'er and Lu Yiming were being affectionate and flirtatious.

And she, Xu An'an, was like a clown, wearing a glaring and ridiculous green hat, conspicuously displayed for people to watch.

At that time, she had no choice but to announce her divorce to turn the situation around.

Yan Heng frowned and reached out to rub her lower lip, which she was biting so hard it was bleeding. "Don't bite."

Xu An'an turned her face away, stubbornly refusing to let him touch her.

Yan Heng sighed, but tightened his grip slightly, gently parting Xu An'an's lower lip from between her teeth. He turned her head, looked into her eyes, and said:

"I'm sorry, but I have to do it."

These words were so decisive that Xu An'an seemed unable to bear being in the car with Yan Heng any longer. She suddenly pushed Yan Heng away, got out of the car, and ran towards the seaside.

The sea breeze was a bit chilly at night. She heard Yan Heng calling her from behind, but she didn't want to turn around. She just wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

High heels always sank into the sand, so Xu An'an simply took off her shoes and walked barefoot on the sand and stones.

"Xu An'an!"

Yan Heng's angry voice grew closer and closer. Xu An'an was only focused on walking forward when she was suddenly half-lifted up in mid-air.

Yan Heng held Xu An'an in his arms, pressed down on her struggling body, and walked all the way to a chair in the camping area before putting her down.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Xu An'an's bare shoulders and back. Then he knelt down in front of her and took her ankle in his hand: "This beach isn't clean, did you get pricked?"

"It's none of your business!"

Xu An'an instinctively kicked away.

She used a lot of force in that kick, striking Yan Heng in the chest. Yan Heng lost his balance and was knocked backward, only managing to stay upright by bracing himself with his left hand behind him.

He paused for a few seconds, then knelt back down in front of her, his voice clearly suppressing his anger, "Don't move, let me see if you're hurt."

"Yan Heng!" Xu An'an curled her legs up tightly, glaring at him as she spoke, "Stop pretending! If you really care about me, why—"

"Because I've had enough!"

Yan Heng suddenly spoke, his voice almost a roar:

"I don't want to see you and Lu Yiming have anything to do with each other again!"

Xu An'an was stunned.

Although the night was very dark, she could still see the bloodshot in Yan Heng's eyes. The veins on his forearms, which were supporting him on either side of Xu An'an, were bulging, as if he was trying his best to suppress his overwhelming emotions.

"I love you, Xu An'an."

After uttering those words with a trembling voice, Yan Heng closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry... I thought I could endure it until after your divorce, but I overestimated myself... I can't bear to see you meet with him again and again for this or that reason, and I can't stand seeing you take his clothes for granted and lean on him... Xu An'an, I'm really going crazy."

He lowered his head in pain, and for a moment, Xu An'an seemed to see a faint glimmer of tears in his eyes.

Yan Heng...cried?

Xu An'an's heart suddenly ached.

She had never seen Yan Heng cry; to be precise, she had never seen him cry as Yan Heng.

During the filming of "The Last Goodnight", he was often scolded by the director for not being able to cry. He used eye drops to complete several crying scenes, except for one.

That was Yan Heng's final scene.

While his sister was asleep, Xie Chen pulled out the tubes from his body. With the last bit of strength in his body, he struggled to get up, kissed Xie Wan's cheek, and slid down his last tear.

When filming this scene, Director Shao didn't call "cut" for a long time. Although Xu An'an was lying on the side of the bed with her eyes closed, she could feel Yan Heng's tears falling continuously.

Her heart ached so much she couldn't breathe.

When the final "cut" was given, Xu An'an stood up and hugged Yan Heng tightly. Their hot tears soaked each other's necks. When they finally came out of character, they found all the staff on set wiping away tears. Shao Feng even jokingly remarked to Yan Heng, "You little rascal, you really got into character right before filming wrapped."

Xu An'an had always thought those were Xie Chen's tears in the movie, but now it seemed... Xu An'an suddenly snapped back to reality. She reached out, lifted Yan Heng's lowered head, looked into his bloodshot, moist eyes, and asked, "Yan Heng, when did you... start liking me?"

Yan Heng was visibly taken aback. He looked into Xu An'an's eyes and answered honestly, "I can't remember... Eighteen? Maybe earlier..."

It was as early as the first moment he met Xu An'an.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Xu An'an was still taken aback by the answer. "So all these years..."

She suddenly found herself unable to continue asking questions.

Seven years is a long time; they have all changed so much in that time, how can it be summarized in just a few words?

Yan Heng did not let her silence continue.

"Xu An'an," he said, looking at her intently.

"For the past seven years, I have never stopped loving you."